Yeah, we wrote "Kids" while we were absolutely dope sick from giving up hot dogs. We had tried a few different times to drop hot dogs from our diets, but it's just so hard, you know? Something about wieners has always called out to me, and has given me much to enjoy in return, and I feel like I actually owe it to hot dogs to keep eating them. We've had to kick a lot of different, good people out of the band because they didn't like hot dogs - and I now feel awful that we enabled so many bandmates who were recovering from hot dog addiction and forced them to eat more and more wieners. It's been a bumpy road. Anyway, "Kids" was about reflecting on the old days of hot dogs - when we actually used ketchup as a condiment. Good god. It makes me laugh, that we were that naive. We tried to capture that in the song, and I think it really comes through in the lyrics.

It felt totally out of context in the interview, but maybe I missed something

You are driving down a highway on your way to a family vacation. The year is 2034 and your wife and kids are in the back with their Apple™ EarPods in. They haven't said a word to you for miles.

But as your car speeds into Florida your Spotify Nostalgia Playlist Generator® scans your emotional makeup and puts on No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age. As the first notes play over the car speakers you are immediately brought back to days where you held cold beers and cheap drum sticks instead of W-2's and expensive shopping bags.

You start nodding your head a little and tap your wife on the shoulder. She begrudgingly removes her headphones and rolls her eyes as you yell "BABE, LISTEN TO THIS DRUM PART COMING UP" over the loud speakers. You giggle to yourself as you start aggressively drumming on the steering wheel. Your oldest daughter, Kaylee, watches your pathetic charade in the hope that your vehicle veers into oncoming traffic.

As you sing the guitar parts, play the air bass during the bridge, and look in the rear view mirror at your slicked back hair and suit cases in the back seat, you realize that you are playing for an audience of one. As your wife goes back to listening to her feminist podcast you think back to better days with guitar solos and drum breaks, you mutter "Josh Homme was the fucking man." A single tear rolls down your cheek into your goatee.

I don't know, man. if Radiohead post another pic a day for two weeks with no musical accompaniment, would it still be newsworthy to make 14 more posts on it? Just not sure of the importance to indie music these have, and at a certain point, we're just making a new story out of an artist posting an image to Instagram.